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Kane took a deep breath, trying to decide what to say. He could tell Lincoln everything, and the leader might hand him over to the pack. He could lie his butt off, or he could say nothing. "In the beginning, the world was created. This made a lot of people very angry and was widely regarded as a bad move." Or he could be a smart-ass and quote Douglas Adams. Damn his memory bank for paying out that half-forgotten bit, and damn his mouth for running away with it. If his hands had been free, he would have face-palmed.

Lincoln scowled, but three of the other men snorted laughter. Kane put on his most innocent expression and batted his big blue eyes, feeling like an idiot. "Well, you did say everything, my lord Lincoln."

Some of my characters, like Kane, are sometime-geeks. He has a couple of moments, this, his naming scene and the first time he's hauled out for examination by the Wildpack .

The men hauled the captives out of the trailer. Dylan supported Missy, helping her walk on unsteady legs. They blinked against the light after days in the dark of the semi-trailer. He held her up when the men lined them up. Missy hung onto him, her taut skin of her pregnant belly shiny in the hot sun.

A tall, thin man in black leather pants and boots, wearing a mask of black and gold spirals and a spiked codpiece, strode along the line. Dylan looked around and bit down on a laugh. He had fallen into an old disaster movie, what with the ragtag array of vehicles and men, and the masked leader. He silenced his memory, which was yelling the quote from Road Warrior about "The Lord Humungous, the ruler of the wasteland, the ayatollah of rock-and-rollah!" and kept his face straight and his eyes down.

Some of my characters, like Kane, are sometime-geeks. He has a couple of moments, this, his naming scene and the first time he's hauled out for examination by the Wildpack .

The men hauled the captives out of the trailer. Dylan supported Missy, helping her walk on unsteady legs. They blinked against the light after days in the dark of the semi-trailer. He held her up when the men lined them up. Missy hung onto him, her taut skin of her pregnant belly shiny in the hot sun.

A tall, thin man in black leather pants and boots, wearing a mask of black and gold spirals and a spiked codpiece, strode along the line. Dylan looked around and bit down on a laugh. He had fallen into an old disaster movie, what with the ragtag array of vehicles and men, and the masked leader. He silenced his memory, which was yelling the quote from Road Warrior about "The Lord Humungous, the ruler of the wasteland, the ayatollah of rock-and-rollah!" and kept his face straight and his eyes down.

On the other hand, Sean and Gabe from Shell-Shocked are raging geeks. They live in a mass-media world, their personalities shaped by the movies and TV of their youth.

"I follow Joss Whedon's philosophy of sex, as set down in the sacred text of Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Sean's face changed from glum to mock-serious.

Gabe giggled. "Sex is bad, all vampires are gay and sexbots are hot?"

Sean finally smiled at this. "Maybe not the last part."

Later, Sean alters a backpack so he can carry Gabe around, making Gabe more mobile than the wheelchair.

Sean stood up, the pack and Gabe on his back. He didn't stagger under the weight, but it was close. Gabe was heavy. "You still okay?"

"Yeah. This is nice." Gabe wrapped his arms around Sean's shoulders and kissed his neck.

"I like that," Sean smiled back at him. "Kinda heavy, but I'll be okay." He circled the room. "You're not gonna get seasick and barf down my back are you?"

Gabe just laughed and squeezed him a little. "No. Not the seasick type. And now we even have four hands to carry our stuff."

"Yeah, but only my lone pair of borg legs to carry it up."

Gabe kissed his neck and shoulders. "We can stop as often as you need." He kissed Sean again. "I really like this."

Some of my books are nothing but fannish love letters. Heart of a Forest contains references to every Robin Hood movie (even Men in Tights), and many to Pyle's adaptation of the legend. But, if you know my head and my mental casting, you also see where it makes nods to Love! Valour! Compassion!, "Firefly", The Lion in Winter and Camelot.

The influences are fairly obvious in Curse of the Pharaoh's Manucurists. The Indiana Jones movies and Edgar Rice Burroughs are the most visible. But there are other tings, small and subtle for those who want to see them.

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Not sure where it came from exactly, but one of my favorites is: "I finished lacing my boots as I went down the stairs; two activities I soon discovered that do not mix well."

Another comes from a scene out of the old original Star Trek TV series, wherein Scotty is tasked with keeping a powerful alien being that has possessed a human host distracted while Kirk & the rest work behind the alien invaders' backs to regain control of the ship. Scotty, being a Scott, introduces the alien to fermented alcohol, finally ending up in his cabin--both he and the alien now tipsy--where Scotty produces a bottle which he says he's been saving for a special occasion. The alien asks him what it is. Scotty looks at the bottle, pauses, grins as only Scotty could, and then answers: "It's... green."

Caught the news on the review the 1st time it cropped up. Copied & sent it off to variuos interested friends & family who are following the book. I believe this is your 2nd LJ mention of it now. Overall very satisfying. Didn't think we got so technical though that we'd lose anybody, however this is not the first I have heard this particular criticism from friends & family who have read it. Need to do (or just include/keep) more, it seems, of all that explaining, which I wanted & pushed for, but which you hated & often deleted. Always good though when a reviewer wants & actually hopes for a sequel. All the better, I think, when that sequel is already plotted out as a story outline, and is just waiting now the go-ahead.

Too Technical means we put in TOO much stuff. The readers keep up or they don't, but no one in that world is going to explain what their cerebrophone does before they answer it.

I run on the Star Trek school of tech: show it being used, don't explain it. Dr. Kildare doesn't explain his stethoscope. Dr. McCoy doesn't explain his tricorder.

Seriously, the book is not at ALL technical (I'm reading it). The net-run is pure fantasy with her slinging programs instead of spells. There's a little bit of medical terminology, but I figure most people know what IVs and catheters are already.

Where to start? Despite my long history with Tolkien, Doyle, Adams, Roddenberry and Lucas, many of my favorite fannish moments come from the pens of Joss Whedon and J. Michael Straczynski. Two favorites in particular include:

From the former: this scene from the end of Serenity (SPOILER ALERT) I don't know about you, but that scene hits me right in the feels. It's a blend of angst and humor, something Whedon does very well.

From the latter: this scene from Babylon 5's Season 3 episode "Severed Dreams" (Spoilers, I guess, if anyone still cares)Do ya feel lucky, punk? Well, do ya? (yes I know that's misquoted shut up) Anyway, it means more in context, but it's still pretty awesome.